Comets & Cupid . . .

Greetings readers! I would have Blogged sooner - but I have been held up with all of the responses to my last Blog, "Sauerbraten: Light Snack - or Cure for Rickets . . ."

The other day a meteorite zoomed over where I live and lit up the whole sky. At least that’s what they tell me. You see, I never saw the heavenly orb as it streaked across the sky in a phoenix-like fashion. No – I was safely nested in my domicile – had just fed the cats and myself for that matter and had settled in for a night of tele and domestic bliss.

If this orb had been, say, the size of Bruderheim or, for my American readers – Chicago – the end of the world would have come and gone. After myself and my two cats succumbed to incineration – would we have just made the transition to Heaven – assuming I was a good boy and got to go there?

Interesting how folks were fascinated by the orb that lit up the sky, but don’t see it as the shape of things to come – much bigger things. It’s interesting how we can look at the same thing and see it so differently.

One time, when I worked at the cemetery, I remembered that it was Valentine’s Day and dropped my shovel; rushed from work to the florist; and proudly presented a nice bouquet of Freesias & Jonquils to my then girlfriend Susie (name changed so that I don’t get beat up). In my haste, I had forgotten to wash my hands and I still had grave dirt on them. When Susie noticed the dirt on my hands, she went ballistic and threw down my thoughtful bouquet of Freesias and Jonquils and then she demanded to see the receipt from the florist. Somehow, she had gotten into to her head that I had picked the flowers from the cemetery. I guess this supports my above theory of how people see things differently. For me, this was my last night with Susie. For her, maybe a new beginning? Susie was mean.

So what does this have to do with technology? Wouldn’t it be nice if we could invent a machine that would prevent things from going wrong? Sometimes, we think we have come up with a great idea (see cemetery story above) but when the idea or theory is tested out it blows up in your face – sort of like George W. Bush in the States . . .

I think it would be nice to have a machine to tell us what we don’t want to hear – because no one listens to people anymore . . .

That’s enough for this month – stay tuned for next month’s Blog: “Dove Soap: Not to be Taken Orally . . .”